This isn't aimed at any one person in here - though some of you will recognise different bits that make sense from on/off forum comments - it's more aimed at the forum as a whole. It rather cheekily wrote itself (it never even asked me first !) about 10mins ago and just deserved to be on here somewhere as it didn't really fit in any other thread. Maybe, to aid others in the same dilemma, this could become a "sticky" poetry thread for original SH related works ? {subtle hint} It'll build itself into a nice collection as theres plenty of gems written by people all round the cafe on post-it notes already. Maybe just the works themselves clear of other posts ? Just a suggestion, of course ! To write I try and shall do more, Stories and words of rhyme, Ramblings enthused on subjects mixed, Against brevity a crime. I'm no star with music, You'd not think my tastes too great, Where playing of the notes concerned, Below amateur I'd rate. My use of chalk or brush and oil, Is naught to make you smile, Attempts to play with lumps of clay, A task just not worthwhile. Language tricks and usage tried, A love of mine all told, Flys past to land in barren ground, And leave it's target cold. What do I hold that marks me out, From any other soul ? What glue of magical effect, Constrains to keep me whole ? All I have is all I am, No glitter strewn around, Hugs and smiles sent freely out, My willingness unbound. So if you get to know me, Then I hope you'll see my worth, Born out of SH madness, A friendship given birth.
Wow Artificer! That was excellent. Take a bow. :cheers: Would I be in favour of a poetry thread? .....that wasn't a serious question was it? I mean, do oak leaves fall in autumn? A brilliant idea Carpathian ! :happy:
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existance to nothing...Edmund Burk Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history...Plato Sounds like a great idea to me!
:rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: by any other name, smells just as sweet. OK! I admit I didn't write it myself, but the sentiment is just what I needed. Yeeha to Mark. :rose: :rose: :rose:
'PYGMALION, loathing their lascivious life' Vowed to hate women, to not take a wife Chaste as a celibate but in his dreams came women, fleeting quick and fast as beams Call it his destiny, or fate: a muse worked wonders in his mind his skill to use As master chizzler he began to knock a perfect woman from an ivory block (A prize from the emperor acknowledging) his genius in the art of chizzling Which when completed, he lay eyes upon and fell in love - Desired it strong whereon He realised, was but an ivory maid unravished yet and chaste - An idol made By his own hands with his own fingers shaped his whole being raved his mind seemed by it Knowing it madness he insanely wrapped his arms around its neck, he fingertipped Her cheeks and brushed them lightly snogged Tickle-kissed - As if he were on kisses pissed Shunning all arguments of real/unreal believed reality is what we feel So bought he little gifts all lovers by their girlfriends, scents and watches, by the by He gave her seashells pearls and precious stones little birds tweeting on in diverse tones And flowers: roses, (fleurs de lys) and pendants with drops of amber - In her hand Then one day he wrapped a cashmere shawl about her shoulders, blood-red: wherewithal Studded with earrings and bejeweled-like eyes musky, intoxicating, swoony, wise And then he stripped her naked - One by one the presents came off slowly, every one He stripped her naked till she was full nude he stared at agonising beauty, rude Pure, undefiled, could he comprehend the articulacy of holy flesh portend Except the ring he'd on her finger placed to signify - No longer was he chaste You're mine my wine forever till I've breath in these my lungs I'll love you beyond death My grave shall sprout with lilies for your love and men shall sing of me - And Gods above He cushioned her with weaves of Tyrian purple and talked to her he seemed with words to startle Till came the day of offerings for the feast of Venus - Gilded horns the milky beast Was offered at the altars of devotion Pygmalion offered his and asked a solution (UNFINISHED)
It's six months since I last dusted my pen off, so I thought I would try again especially after all Mark's Hard work. Teasing. I want your body, I need your touch, This lust inside, it hurts so much, Exquisite Pain, Un-checked desire, You’ve brought to light my inner fire. Your touch excites my every sense, My muscles ache, my body’s tense, I want to feel and thrust inside, Touch your heart, no place to hide. Passion burns through every sinew, Keeping Control! If you only knew. But it has it’s worth, this terrible teasing, As long as in the end you find it pleasing. Roger the Dragon.
Those who know me will know why All I learned as small child Has been twisted upside down I'm on my knees Kneeled in dispair I come to you but not in prayer Walking on a zip line Journey mapped on my brow Wisdom gained yet innocence lost It's sex and drugs and rock and roll And party like you've got no home Debts and kids and work and life Be my whore but not my wife all I learned from small child Walking on a zip line Has been twisted upside down Journey mapped on my brow I'm on my knees Innocence lost Kneeled in dispair I come to you but not in prayer We'll party like this is our life I'll be your whore but not your wife I'm walking on a zip line.
Naked, you are simple as a hand, smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round. You have moon lines and apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As a summer's wholeness in a golden church. Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail; Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn And you withdraw to the underground world As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores: your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, And becomes a naked hand again. Pablo Neruda...
Here you come again with the wind at your heels The brightest thing I've seen for years and years You are the sun, It's where you're from And where I'm going to The light you shine Can always change My grey skies into blue You walk with the heat turned up and a fire in your eyes I Could always feel you coming for miles and miles You are the sun, It's where you're from And where I'm going to The light you shine Can always change My grey skies into blue for julia
Nothing can come close I never doubted it What's for you will not pass you by I never questioned it It was decided before I asked why It's all there ever was And it's all there ever will be How could you have questioned us? It's yourself you deceived Nothing can come close To this familiar feeling We say it all without Ever speaking Hush now No need to say the words At first sight you perfectly heard Love in all its entirety Is no less than we deserve I saw, your face Some place I felt this feeling before Is it deja vu? Do I somehow know you? :P
Ah rachel... nicely done. For all of you on here that know me personally and for those that only know my smarta$$ mouth in the chat room, and for all those I have yet to meet. Ode To My Friends by Lorene Green Many friends in life, I've met On this thing we call the, "Internet". likened unto bridges, we connect. Words from our keyboards do fly, faster than an eagle in the sky. From my address book I see the names, Have in my life made. never the same. My fist was a friend named "Bill " Looking toward the yonder hill. Always wishing elsewhere to be. A computer nerd once was he, A business tycoon in suits he dressed, But freedom he sought from city stress. Blue jeans and cowboy hats, was the life he was best at! How he longed for days of yore, as around camp fires stories were told. He packed up his horse ,saddle & gear, left it all behind without nary a tear. The longing for which his heart had cried, The wilderness mountains no longer denied. But now he's gone , from my view To a place, I know not where too! Maybe a place beyond the blue. Slipped in my life, and out again, like a shadow from the rain. Here comes Marion with spouse in tow called him Tom, Man, what a fine bow. From Florida's fair land ,traveling to see, West Virginia, Wild and wonderful, Country Roads, and "Me" So many likeness in our life we shared. Maybe we were from the same pair? From our kitchens, Oh so neat, To our hanging towels on the sink. The cows through out the house, We must be sisters, there's no Doubt. WinterBirds and Chickadee's are birds of a feather. She is the one , and I am the other. These are our "Nics" so to speak. But we feel, we are quite unique. The world outside she brought to me, That thought her eyes I might see. With tales of travel from east to west, North and south, they get no rest, They go in summer from Florida's heat. To a place that none can beat. The camping grounds is the place to go, Where the Pennsylvania 's cool breezes blow. Then there's my good friend Ollie now that gals an hoot an holler soft as butter and sweeter still never a dull moment where she mills The loss of Her sight is more than a fear, To my weary eyes brings the tears, The pain of my friend I can discern. Not too worry says she, it's not your concern. If I could but do it, my sight I would impart, To help a dear friend close to my heart. I love you and God dose too! Someday you'll have new eyes, made just for you! An Now We come to Bob Who loves the California heat. A friend in deed, Can't be beat, Loves to tease me without a doubt, But never a closer friend have I found. I never saw it before or bothered to notice, But now I see, an on it I am focused. A heart of kindness he dose ensue. caring for the ones that are like "Sue" Tender mercy he dose impart, To all those of faint of heart. A family that is headed by Bob & Dory Closer than family I could not order. Shared their kindness with no reserve, Helping the abused, to be, NOT unnerved. Upon our heart your footprints are made. When I think of you, I think of no other, Than a friend that is close as a brother. Fried tators and coke is his delight. Makes me shudder of his plight, Your insides are no doubt, like the shavings from a medal pipe. Strange as it seems, each one of you. have taken my being beyond my own view fun and games, tears and laughter I love you all, from here and ever after.
thank you sir ANYWAY!! Time is never time at all You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth And our lives are forever changed We will never be the same The more you change the less you feel Believe, believe in me, believe Believe that life can change That you’re not stuck in vain We’re not the same, we’re different tonight Tonight, so bright Tonight And you know you’re never sure But you’re sure you could be right If you held yourself up to the light And the embers never fade in your city by the lake The place where you were born Believe, believe in me, believe Believe in the resolute urgency of now And if you believe there’s not a chance tonight Tonight, so bright Tonight We’ll crucify the insincere tonight We’ll make things right, we’ll feel it all tonight We’ll find a way to offer up the night tonight The indescribable moments of your life tonight The impossible is possible tonight Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight
It’s you that I adore You’ll always be my whore You’ll be the mother to my child And a child to my heart We must never be apart We must never be apart Lovely girl you’re the beauty in my world Without you there aren’t reasons left to find And I’ll pull your crooked teeth You’ll be perfect just like me You’ll be a lover in my bed And a gun to my head We must never be apart We must never be apart In you I see dirty In you I count stars In you I feel so pretty In you I taste god In you I feel so hungry In you I crash cars We must never be apart Drinking mercury To the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find Lovely girl you’re the murder in my world Dressing coffins for the souls I’ve left behind In time We must never be apart And you’ll always be my whore Cause you’re the one that I adore And I’ll pull your crooked teeth You’ll be perfect just like me In you I feel so dirty in you I crash cars In you I feel so pretty in you I taste god We must never be apart
OK OK OK.. one more bout cyber friends We sit and we type and we stare at our screens. We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze We chat with each other, we share all our woes, Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody to type out our name, We want recognition and offer the same. We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt, In rooms we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt. We do form some friendships - but why - we dont know, Though some of them flounder some flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold, Telling our secrets that have never been told? Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind With those we can't see, as though we were blind? The answer is simple, it's as clear as a bell. We all have our problems and need someone to tell. We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains, They are friends without faces and with odd little names. ~Thomas Teague~
Funeral Blues.W.H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. Sorry for being morbid. I just think this is beautiful and simple and it really touches me. :cry:
In light of the MJ case I'd like to use the words of Bob Dylan's Jokerman..... Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing. Freedom just around the corner for you But with the truth so far off, what good will it do? Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. So swiftly the sun sets in the sky, You rise up and say goodbye to no one. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one. Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds, Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister. You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister. Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame, You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers. In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed, Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features. Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space, Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman. Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain. Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks, Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain, False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin, Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray, A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot. Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants, Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
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